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Perverse Fantasies

FTM!Ajax x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Panty Stealing, Scent Kink, Nipple Sucking

Words: 861

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During the day you're a popular, charismatic, straight A student on a full scholarship. At night however...

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Since Ajax usually spends the night out, you can do whatever you want to his stuff and he won't find out.

One would assume that you might be stealing his things since you're nowhere near as wealthy as he is, and it is true that you're stealing his things but the things that you're stealing are very...unconventional.

You decided to do Ajax's laundry one day since you were already doing yours and you wanted to thank him for paying most of the rent in any way you could. You weren't expecting Ajax to own panties, assuming he was more of a boxers type of guy.

You were already thinking perverted things about him but seeing his panties encouraged your thoughts even more. You started to take his dirty panties and jerk off to them on his bed whenever he was out, tainting them with your spend and tossing them somewhere in his room.

You figured he'd never find them, and if he did you'd feign ignorance and hope he's not creeped out enough to test the DNA.

Ajax already knows it's you. You're not as good at hiding it as you think you are. Ajax wonders if there's something wrong with him too because he gets so horny at the thought of you defiling his underwear.

He lets this go on for a while, wondering if you'll make the first move so when you don't, he takes matters into his own hands.

Ajax comes home one day to see you watching TV on the couch and an idea forms in his mind. He quickly goes to his room and strips down to just a big shirt and panties.

He walks over to you with his body trembling in excitement. He's so wet he's sure his panties are soaked.

You glance at him then do a double take, realizing he's nearly naked. "Fuck." You let out a sharp breath. 'Does he know what he's doing to me?' You wonder.

"Watching anything interesting?" Ajax asks as he sits down on your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck with a smile on his face.

You bite your lip. "Guess I'm watching you now."

He pulls his underwear off and shoves his soaked panties into your face. You take a big whiff, basking in his wonderful smell.

"You're a fucking pervert~" Ajax smirks, grinding down on your boner.

You groan in arousal and help him take your pants and boxers off.

He bites his lip at your length. "Why do pervs always have such huge cocks.." He closes his fist around the top half of your shaft, using his thumb to rub the pre cum around your tip.

Just watching and feeling Ajax touch your dick is almost enough to make you come.

Ajax notices that. "No one else has ever touched you before, huh?" He snickers, pressing his thumb down.

While that's true, it's mostly just because it's Ajax. "Jax.." You moan.

He pulls away and grabs your shoulders, using them to lift himself up. He smirks at you and stares into your eyes as he sinks down onto you.

Your expression is nothing short of euphoric. He feels even better than you imagined. Ajax moves all the way down to the hilt, your cock fitting snuggly inside him.

You move his panties away from your face, your hands wandering underneath his shirt to grope his chest while your mouth latches onto one of his nipples.

He slowly moves up and down, making sure not to move up too high so he doesn't disrupt you. You suck on his nipple like a new born baby and use your hand to make sure his other nipple isn't neglected.

"Ah.." Ajax moans and tightens around you. He moves your head away. "Fuck me."

You grab his sides and push him onto the couch, resting his head on a pillow so he doesn't hurt himself before thrusting inside him.

"Fuuuck-" You groan. "Your pussy feels so damn good, Ajax, holy shit."

He doesn't respond, losing it over how your cock is reaching the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him. To think a virgin could fuck him so good.

"Oh fuck, Ajax~" You close your eyes, focusing on how his wet walls feel around you.

"Don't hah~ don't tell me your- you're alr- already gon- gonna come~ ah~"

"Not until you come, I need to feel you when you come- fuck~"

"Do- doubt yo- you're gon- uh~ last~" He teases.

You toy with his bottom growth in a successful attempt to make him get closer.

Ajax bites his lip, holding onto the sides of the couch as you pull him into an orgasm. "Fuck- fuck-"

He starts sucking you in, clenching and unclenching around your length as he comes.

"Oh gods, Ajax-" You moan breathily. "'M gonna come too-"

You pull out and come all over his twitching pussy, your load almost enough to cover it entirely in cum. You look at it in awe before scrambling to get your phone and take a picture.

"Perv.." He mumbles.

Jealousy

Itto doesn't like you hanging out with that blue oni

FTM!Yandere!Itto x Top!Oni!Male Reader

Request

Warnings: Non-Con, Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Mating Cycles, Restraints, Possessiveness, Slight Breeding

Words: 776

Even though mating season was drawing near, you weren't quite ready to devote all your time to it. You wanted to spend some time with Takuya first.

You were completely unaware of how that made Itto feel. He was always kind of possessive but you didn't think he'd mind if you hung out with a close friend of his.

God were you wrong.

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You were sound asleep, unknowingly leaving yourself vulnerable to your boyfriend.

Itto manages to quietly walk into the room, ropes in hand. He crawls onto your bed, tying your respective hands to the two bed poles.

Itto pulls your covers off, revealing that you only had boxers on. He quickly pulls them off and sniffs them, inhaling your wonderful scent and making him even more horny than he was before.

He takes his underwear off, leaving him naked as well. He tosses it onto your face so you can wake up immediately to his scent.

He moves down, licking your currently flaccid dick before putting his whole mouth on it. He bobs his head up and down, sucking it just like you taught him.

Your dick was so big that Itto could barely handle it. He always does his best though, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he couldn't deepthroat your cock when he gives you a blowjob.

He moans as the tip of your dick hits the back of his throat. His nose is pressed on your pelvis, taking in the smell before making consistent movements. He loves the way your dick tastes and feels in his mouth. It's like heaven on earth having you inside him.

It's not long before you end up coming in his mouth. The amount you unload into him sets his horniness to maximum overdrive. He has to wait, basically cockwarming you while you pump out everything into his mouth. He swallows every bit of cum like it's a delicacy.

He reluctantly takes his mouth off and quickly sinks himself down on your dick.

"Ah~" He moans, grinning as you bottom out inside him. "Takuya will never know how it feels to have you inside him." He traces the bulge in his stomach, breathing heavily and shivering in arousal.

He gropes your large muscular chest as he grinds down, your dick hitting the perfect spot. He moans shamelessly, not caring if you wake up now.

He rubs his clit, getting close to an orgasm. He chants 'fuck' over and over before coming with a loud moan.

After coming down from his high he looks at you and checks if you've woken up yet. You haven't. Impressive.

He finally starts moving, fucking himself on your cock while you're dead asleep. A part of Itto wishes you'd wake up but he likes having you completely submissive to him. No complaints, no asking to stop, he can just do whatever he needs to please himself.

"Fuck~! Give me your kids~!" Itto moans, moving in a way that's sure to make you come fast. He chants your name over and over, begging for you to come inside him and fill him up.

"Yes~!" He throws his head back, orgasming as you stuff him full of cum. Even after already coming once, your cum is still thick and coming out in large amounts.

You finally wake up, unintentionally inhaling Itto's scent with his underwear on your face. You move your head to the side, effectively moving it off, looking at your boyfriend having the time of his life on top of you.

"It- Itto?" Your mostly soft dick starts to harden again.

He leans over and kisses you, making sure a lot of tongue is involved. You decide to give in, you'll scold Itto for this later.

He parts from the kiss, catching his breath before speaking. "Don't talk to Takuya anymore."

"Why not? He's your friend, isn't he?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I don't trust him. He might come onto you." He grips your shoulders, nails digging into them.

"Shit-" You try to ignore the pain. "You think I'd let him?"

"No but I'd have to kill him."

You pause, trying to make sense of what you just heard. Maybe he's joking?

"Don't joke about that kinda stuff." You laugh.

"I'm not joking." He looks at you with a serious look on his face.

"...Itto."

"Shh." He wraps his hand around your neck, not hard enough to choke you and starts riding you again. "Don't give me a reason to hurt him."

You try to say something more but you can't think of much while he's pleasuring you like this. This'll have to be a discussion for later.

It's a full day scene (and we're not in a play)

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom top AMAB GN reader, bottom sub mammon, pet play, (nonverbal) subspace, spit kink, feeding, omorashi/watersports/piss, cockring, overstim and edging, begging, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, minor scent kink

“The conditions are perfect!” Mammon yelled as he entered your room- without having knocked mind you. You looked up from your DDD, flummoxed. Mammon, either unaware of your obvious confusion or choosing to ignore it, continued as he made himself comfortable next to you on your bed, “everyone is gonna be out of the house tomorrow, n’ I’m not busy, n’ I assume yer not busy because yer never busy-” you cut him off.

“First of all, I do get busy,” you glared, yet there was no genuine anger behind it, “Second of all, what are you talking about?” Mammon’s brown skin flushed at your question as he fidgeted.

“Ya know what I asked ya about… like a month ago…” you waited expectantly, and Mammon let out a frustrated sigh before he mumbled, “‘bout the full day scene.” Your eyes widened in recognition,

“Oh!” you smiled, and grabbed his hands gently, “yes I do. You want to be my puppy all day tomorrow?” Mammon nodded, still a little embarrassed, but also thrilled by the promise of what was to come, you kissed his hands lovingly before speaking, “Let's talk about how you want it to go then.”

It took a bit, with Mammon getting too excited or flustered at some of your questions and prompts, but the two of you came up with a loose game plan for tomorrow. You were a little intimidated by the fact that Mammon is going to be in and out of subspace for such a long period, but he reminded you that he trusts you, and that you have safe words too. After talking, you go about the rest of your night as you normally would, yet there’s an underlying feeling of excitement between the two of you.

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You wake up in the morning with Mammon licking your cheek. Groaning you shove him away gently, but he just refocuses to lick your hand

“Ugh, good morning to you too Mams,” you mumble, your voice a bit hoarse from sleep. You sit up, wiping your spit slicked hand on your blanket. As soon as you’re alert enough to function Mammon nuzzles his face into your neck, moving so he’s seated on your lap. You run your fingers through his hair as he eagerly licks and nips at your neck.

It’s not long before you feel him not so subtly grind his hardening cock against you. He wanted to sleep naked last night, so nothing prevents you from touching his skin when you reach down to stroke him slowly. “You’re already excited, pup?” you question, pulling down his foreskin, and rubbing the head of his dick gently as he jerks his hips into your touch. Mammon pants and lets out a little yips into your neck as you stroke him off. When precum starts to bubble at his tip you pull away. He whines, continuing to jerk his hips even though you’ve stopped touching him. “I’m not going to let you stain these sheets with your cum so early in the day puppy, you’re going to wait until we’re in the shower,” you pat his thigh signaling that he should get up. Mammon hops off the bed, rubbing his thighs together while he waits for you to get up.

He follows you around, still hard and panting, as you move around the room picking out your clothes and grabbing his accessories. When you’re done he rushes ahead of you, into the bathroom. You hear the shower start before you can even reach the door, and his enthusiasm makes you laugh. You take your time brushing your teeth first then undressing while Mammon watches, his head poking out from behind the curtain. He backs up when you move to enter the shower, giving you space to wet your body. As soon as your hair is wet he’s pawing at your side, whining pointedly. You turn to face him,

“Alright puppy, let's take care of you, yeah?” Mammon's face breaks into a grin and he licks your face unapologetically now that you can easily wash off his slobber. You take him into your hand, once again jerking him off, while his hands grip your shoulders. Mammon’s tongue finds your lips, pulling you into a heated kiss as he whines and moans into your mouth. It doesn’t take him long to cum, shooting off onto your stomach. The shower spray cleans it off of you, which is sort of disappointing as you’ve taken a liking to watching Mammon lick his messes off of you.

“Gotta piss, master,” Mammon speaks for the first time today, letting you know he’s been pulled out of his nonverbal subspace

“Go ahead pup, but if you get hard after I’m not going to let you get off,” you decide. Mammon whines, pressing his flaccid cock against your stomach before letting go. His pee is hotter than the shower water that cleans you off and he reaches down to rub what he can into your skin, tickling you and making you suppress giggles. When he’s done he screws his eyes closed while you feel him twitch against you. You gather he’s trying to will himself not to get hard, and by the looks of it, it’s taking him some effort not to do so.

“You done?” he nods at your question, still closing his eyes, “then let’s get washed up.” You clean yourself first, Mammon helping where he can (essentially he just rubs his soapy hands over your body), but mostly he just watches you. You take your time when you scrub him down and wash his hair. You want him to start the day feeling safe and secure with you, and this is one way to go about it.

When you’re done you turn off the water and get out. Mammon follows, shaking his head as he exits, flinging water all over the bathroom.

“Mammon!!” you cry, quickly throwing a towel over his head to prevent any more damage. You laugh as you gently help him dry off. By the time you’re done Mammon has gone back to panting softly. You feel a twinge in your bladder.

“Ah, I’ve got to go pee too,” Mammon is falling to his knees as soon as he hears “pee” fall from your lips. He opens his mouth, looking up at you expectantly. “Good boy,” you run a hand through his still damp hair, and slip your cock into his warm, wet mouth. He deepthroats you with ease, and you have to really focus on relaxing, because the way that Mammon swallows around you does not help. Eventually you start to relieve yourself, filling his mouth with your piss. Mammon moans around you, his eyes fluttering shut as he gulps down what you give him. When you’re done Mammon keeps sucking, getting you hard in his mouth. You tug on his hair, guiding him up and down on your cock at the pace you want. “Good puppy,” you praise as you feel yourself on the verge of cumming. Mammon looks back up at you through his white lashes, and that’s what pulls you over. You cum down his throat, holding his head at the base of your dick until you’re done.

When you release him, Mammon kisses the head of your dick sweetly, then stands back up, his cock hard. He rubs himself against your thigh, and you laugh, “again puppy, seriously? I told you, you're not going to get off again,” you remind him, causing him to whine pitifully. He listens though, shuffling back to give you space. You turn around, grab Mammon's tooth brush and apply toothpaste. When you turn back around Mammon is crowding into your personal space with his mouth open. “What a good puppy I have,” he puffs up at your praise, and you get to work brushing his teeth for him.

When you’re done with brushing his teeth, you grab his hand and lead him out into the bedroom. “Sit,” you command simply, pointing at the bed. Mammon does as he’s told, watching you get dressed while he pants softly, his cock still hard between his legs. You’re honestly a bit shocked that he’s being such an obedient pet right now.

You bring Mammon’s accessories to the bed so he doesn’t have to move. Carefully you attach his white faux ears, patting his head when you’re done. Mammon lets out a happy bark that you laugh at. You fasten his gold collar around his neck next, connecting a simple black leather leash to the ring in the middle. Then you look down at his crotch, “I know we talked last night about caging you, but you’re being such a good boy I don’t think you deserve that,” Mammon smiles up at you, bouncing a bit at your praise. “Plus, I can’t put it on while you’re hard. We’ll just do your tail for now, ok?” You ask, to which Mammon nods happily.

You pick up the lube and Mammon takes that as a cue to turn over, adjusting so his ass is up while his head rests comfortably on the bed. You lube up your fingers, running your hand over his ass while you wait for it to warm. Once you deem it good enough, you rub two fingers over his twitching hole before slipping them in. Mammon moans at the intrusion, pushing his hips back against your fingers. You get to work on stretching him open, knowing you have a limited time until Mammon cums from your fingers alone.

You inform him that you’re going to remove your fingers when he’s prepped enough, and yet he still whines when you pull them out. Then, you lube up the butt plug end of his white tail, and massage his rim with your still lubed up fingers while you wait for that to warm as well. Mammon whines and moans when you finally insert the plug into him. As you finish you smack his ass lightly with the hand that’s still dry to hear him yip quietly.

“Cute boy, c’mon, I’m going to wash my hands and we can go eat,” Mammon slowly gets off the bed, adjusting to the feel of the plug rubbing against his insides while he walks. “Oh!” you stop him before you go to the bathroom, grabbing the cockring you almost missed. “I can’t have my puppy cumming without permission, can I?” you muse as you slip the ring over his erection. You gather the precum that’d been accumulating at his head with your fingers and bring them up to Mammon's mouth. He licks your fingers off, staring you down as he sucks sloppily on them. You tug on his tongue causing him to yelp, “behave yourself,” you remind him, and make your way to the bathroom.

After washing your hands you lead Mammon by his leash down to the kitchen. True to his word, everyone is out of the house for one reason or another, and you thank whatever force that made it so. You make yourself a bowl of cereal, and a fruit bowl for Mammon. Sitting down at the table, Mammon joins you, sitting (or as best as he can with a tail in) on the floor next to you. You eat slowly, hand feeding Mammon fruit between bites. He eats carefully, trying his best not to nick your fingers with his teeth as he does.

When you’re done you lead Mammon back to the kitchen to set your dishes in the sink. While there you fill a glass of water for him, and bring it to his lips, making him drink it all before you head back upstairs.

“Okay puppy,” you unleash him as soon as you’re back in the room, “go sit on the bed while I work,” Mammon does as he’s told, moving your pillows and blankets to make a little pile for himself before curling up in it. You grab a water bottle, tossing it onto the bed gently, “stay hydrated,” you tenderly remind him. You then plop down at your desk and start working on assignments for RAD.

You get a few hours of good work done before Mammon starts to get restless. Shuffling noises coming from your bed distract you, and you look over to see him humping one of your pillows. “Mams,” you warn, voice hard and sudden. His eyes shoot open, and he lets out an embarrassed whine as he obediently stills his hips. He then huffs in annoyance before laying back down. You return to your work, but you have a feeling he’s going to get restless again.

You’re correct in your suspicions. Half an hour later you hear him whining and shuffling around again, this time with the addition of him sniffing. When you turn back around he’s humping the pillow again, his face shoved into it to try and stifle his moans while he sniffs the scent you left on it. You sigh and put down your pen, quietly and swiftly making your way to the bed. When you get there you grab his hair roughly, and pull him up to look at you. Mammon squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut, his hips still grinding on the pillow. “Cut that out right now, or I’ll cage you,” you threaten. He whines, trying to shake his head as best as he can. “Be a good puppy for,” you check the clock, “another half an hour, and we’ll have lunch,” you promise. Mammon nods, obeying and immobilizing his hips but whining softly at the loss of friction. When you release your hold on his hair his head flops against the pillow, and you pet him gently, “be good and you’ll get a reward Mams,” you promise.

The next half hour goes by without issue. When you get up from the desk Mammon is hopping out of the bed and grabbing his leash, bringing it back in his mouth for you. You laugh, “you’re going to stay up here, I’ll bring lunch back here, ok?” Mammon wilts at your words, whining sadly. You pet his head, “I’ll only be a minute, promise,” he nods, returning back to the bed and curling up in his pile of soft things. As you leave you wonder if he’s too deep in headspace to realize this is a test on his behavior.

You make the two of you Hell-sauce flavored instant noodles as a reward for his obedience so far, quickly hurrying back to your room. When you get back Mammon has taken to chewing on one of the pillows, but otherwise is in the same position you left him in. “Good boy!” you praise as you join him on the bed. Mammon perks up, smiling at you while you get settled in his accumulation of pillows and blankets. You set one cup of noodles on your bedside table, “open up,” you request, holding a forkful up to Mammon. He scoots closer as he eats, practically in your lap by the time you’re done feeling him. You decide to just pull him into your lap fully, hyper aware of avoiding his plug, then you eat your lunch. Mammon cuddles into you as you eat, sniffing you every once in a while. You notice that he’s no longer hard, so between bites you remove the cockring, pocketing it for the time being.

You take your time eating, savoring the peace. It doesn’t last for long though.

After a few minutes you feel something wet on your lap, and then Mammon is whining up a storm. He’s looking up at you with worried watery eyes, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. You can feel yourself start to harden at the realization that he’s pissing on you. You’re still holding onto your lunch, so lean over to put your cup down on your bedside table again before wrapping your arms around Mammon. “It’s ok pup,” you reassure, “you just had an accident, I’m not mad,” he nuzzles his head into your chest, clutching onto your shirt, his hands shaking a bit. When he’s done you pat his thigh, “alright, I don’t want to get cold, let’s clean this up.” Mammon stands on shaky legs, so you help him get steady by holding his hand. When you assess the damage you realize that most of it got on you, or the pillows and blankets that he’d assembled. Thank God you don’t have to wash your sheets.

Mammon watches you first remove the affected pillows and blankets- it takes you a bit as he refuses to let go of your hand. He whines as soon as you release his hand to take off your wet pants. Moving into your space, he paws at your hands. “I know you like holding hands, Mams, but these pants are uncomfortable for me,” you explain, ignoring his nonverbal complaints as you pull down your pants. His whines shift to a long drawn out moan at the sight of your half hard cock, and he pulls out his big puppy eyes. You purse your lips for a second as you think. “Can you tell me what you want?” it’s a safe open-ended question, either he can or he can’t. Mammon clears his throat,

“I wanna,” his voice is shaky after hours of simply whining, “I wanna warm ya while yer doing yer work,” he flushes and nervously fiddles with his collar. You smile, brushing some of his hair away from his face and scratching behind his faux ears,

“Of course pup, good job using your words,” Mammon mimics your smile shyly.

While he makes the space under your desk comfortable (shoving a pillow under there for his knees), you grab some wipes and the vibrating cockring that's controlled by an app on your phone. Before he can go under you wipe him down and slip it on. You wipe yourself down, but ignore your cock as Mammon will have that part of you in his mouth in no time.

The two of you transition into the second half of your day like this, with you doing your work while Mammon sits under your desk cockwarming you. Every so often you reach down to pet his hair gently, turn on the ring, or remove him briefly so his jaw doesn’t get stiff. He doesn’t make much noise except for the occasional slurp around you, or when you turn up the vibrations he’ll moan. Sometime in the later half of the afternoon you finish all the work you wanted to get done, so you shut your laptop and look down to see Mammon looking up at you expectantly.

“Mmm puppy you’re so cute,” you praise, grabbing your phone and turning up the vibrating cockring to the highest level. “Think you can give me a dry orgasm, precious?” you ask, your tone so casual it’s as if you’re inquiring about the weather. Mammon moans around you, his eyes watering; you can see his hips shaking, and you know he’s trying to move the plug inside of him so it rubs against his prostate. The sight of him makes you harden in his mouth.

“Make me cum before you do,” you command, and Mammon gets right to work. He’s sucking and bobbing like his life depends on it. His sheer enthusiasm would make you laugh if it were not for how good it felt. Your hands hold on tight to his white hair, yet unlike this morning, you let him move freely, rather than using his hair to move his head along your length. He pulls off your cock to lick and suck at your heavy balls, using one of his hands to sloppily jerk you off as he does. When you start to leak precum he sucks and licks at your head until you’re cursing up a storm. As soon as he takes you down to the base again you’re pulled over the edge, watching his eyes roll into his head as you fill his mouth with your hot cum. Your toes curl, closing your thighs around his head to hold him in place. Mammon is moaning around your cock, his hips thrusting erratically as he experiences a dry orgasm. When you're both finished you release his head and manage out a semi stern, “enough.” He pulls off slowly, a string of saliva connecting from your cock to his lips.

“Hurts,” Mammon’s voice cracks, eyes watering at the overstimulation. You hastily turn off the vibrations, move your desk chair back a bit, then hoist mammon up into your lap. His dick is very red, still hard, and coated in precum.

“Is it ok for me to take off the cockring puppy?” Mammon, still crying, buries his head into your neck, finding your hand and holding onto it fiercely.

“Mhmm,” he prepares for the overwhelming sensation that will come with taking it off. With his permission you carefully pull off the ring, and Mammon bites down hard on your shoulder, squeezing your hand, as he cums all over his chest and stomach. You coo and praise him softly as he works himself through his second orgasm within minutes.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” after being edged for hours, you imagine getting that off is a relief. Yet he's probably overstimulated with how he came twice in such a short period of time. Mammon has taken to sucking on the spot he bit, refusing to lift his head even after his cock softens. “Do you want to take a bath puppy?” you ask gently, rubbing your free hand along his back. Mammon finally releases your skin to nod. You reach over to the wipes you set on your desk, and wipe him up as best as you can. “I have to pull out your tail for the bath baby, is that ok?” Mammon nods again, so you gently and very carefully remove his tail from him before lifting him up. Mammon circles his legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. Having him secure you start walking.

When you reach the bathroom you gently put Mammon down on the toilet, and set his tail- that you carried with you in case he wanted it after- on the sink counter. He moves his arms from your neck to around your waist as you remove his ears. When you reach for his collar Mammon stops you with a high pitched whine, “That’s ok puppy, we can keep that on,” you assure, and he nods, letting his eyes fall shut as you maneuver him into the tub. You start the water, making sure the temperature is comfortable for him. Mammon reaches for your hand again as you wait for the tub to fill up. His hands are sweaty in your grasp, yet you don't mind one bit. Once the water reaches the amount that you want you turn off the faucet, and reach for a bath bomb. Mammon watches it fizzle with great interest as he leans his head against the wall.

After a while of soaking you can tell Mammon is coming out from his subspace by the way he starts to ramble.

"Can ya join me in here? Ya look funny sitting there with no pants on," he snorts out a giggle, and then he reddens once he realizes what he's said, "I mean, you don't have to. I don't need you in the bath with me, I'm doin’ just fine now," but you're already pulling off your shirt. Mammon moves up so you can slip in behind him. He sits between your legs, now leaning against your back. "You were so cruel, makin' me wait to cum. Now my dick hurts," he whines, rubbing your legs that cocoon around him.

"Does it really?" You wonder, mildly concerned that you pushed him too hard.

"Nah,'' He admits after a while, "I'm a big powerful demon," he adds, like you might've forgotten. "But imagine if it did! That'd be mean. You should treat the great Mammon with more respect and care," you roll your eyes, but he can't see that.

"Sure thing puppy," you run your fingers lightly along his spine, "you done for the day or-" Mammon cuts you off with a disgruntled squawk.

"I could go a million rounds if I wanted to," he brags even though you know that’s a complete and utter lie. "'Sides when are we gonna get a chance like this again? I wanna use our time to the fullest," he slaps your thighs to accentuate his point, causing you to laugh.

"Good, because I still want to fuck your tight hole," Mammon squeaks, turning back to look at you.

"Not fair! Don't get me hard in the bath!" He whines, hitting your thigh.

"You've got a hair trigger you know that," you tease and watch his neck redden with flush. Mammon mumbles something under his breath so you tug on the front of his collar gently, "what was that?"

"Said, only fer you," he speaks up, crossing his arms and looking down. You kiss the exposed part of his neck tenderly,

"You're such a sweet puppy Mams, what did I do to deserve such a good boy?" Mammon huffs at your overexuberant praise, but you can tell he likes it from the way he leans into you and relaxes.

You sit in the bath for a while longer, stopping once Mammon starts grinding back against you. “You’re not slick,” you inform him, reaching around to grope his half hard cock. He moans softly, looking up at you,

“Ya gonna fuck me now?” he asks sweetly to which you frown,

“Where’s your manners pup?” Mammon’s eyes widen,

“'M sorry. Please master, please fuck me now,” he tries again, still grinding back against you.

“Better, but I think you need to remember your place puppy,” Mammon bites his lip nervously. “Stand up,” he does, slowly so he doesn’t fall. You join him, guiding him out of the tub. You grab a towel for you and Mams; wrapping his around him while you actively dry off. Then, you help Mammon dry off. “Go to the bed and wait for me,” you instruct, smacking his ass as he moves to leave. He yelps, and flushes as you watch him hurry back into your room. When he’s gone you clean up the bathroom a bit, drain the bath, and wash off the butt plug end of Mammon’s tail. Turns out you didn’t need it.

It only takes you a few minutes, but when you enter your room Mammon is fingering himself already. He’s got your bottle of lube next to him, tweaking his nipple with his free hand, and his faux ears are sloppily attached to his head. He hasn’t noticed you watching him, too consumed with stretching himself out to focus on anything else. You get hard watching him desperately finger fuck himself, so eager to have something inside of him. When he starts panting your name you click your tongue and his head shoots up, stopping but not pulling his fingers out yet. “Naughty boy,” Mammon whimpers,

“Nuh- no, was trying to be good, get ready for you,” he tries, finally removing his fingers. You make your way to the bed, tossing his tail at the other end.

“You couldn’t be patient and wait a few minutes could you pup? Your slutty hole can’t wait to be filled, you naughty puppy,” you grab his thighs and pull him down under you, Mammon squeaks at your rough manhandling of him. With one hand you grab the lube next to him and coat your cock, “you’re going to regret touching yourself without permission,” you tell him, and thrust fully into him. He lets out a little grunt at the feeling of suddenly being so full, pre collecting at his head already. You don’t wait for him to adjust, but you start out slow, grabbing his hips for leverage.

“Faster,” he begs, grinding back against you. You spank his thigh hard,

“Mind your fucking manners pup,” you growl, keeping your pace steady. Mammon wails,

“‘M sorry master,” he wraps his legs around your waist, “please faster, please,” he tries again. You ignore his pleas, continuing to fuck him hard and slow. Mammon begs and whines under you, his hands coming up to play with his nipples. You allow him, thinking it’s cute how he knows not to touch his weeping cock, yet he’s still searching for pleasure.

Eventually you lose your patience with fucking him so slow, so you quicken your pace. Mammon howls as you do,

“Oh thank you master, thank you, thank you,” he babbles, clenching around you as you fuck him good and deep. You grunt as he flutters and clenches around you, angling your hips so you hit his prostate with each thrust. Mammon lets out little “ah, ah, ah's", his mouth falling open, his eyes fluttering shut, as he grabs the sheets beneath him. Grabbing the ring at the front of his collar with one hand, you pull him up into a sloppy, filthy kiss. It’s messy and desperate, with him sucking on your tongue and your teeth occasionally clacking. When you pull back to catch your breath Mammon is panting, drool covering his lips and chin, looking up at you with glazed over eyes.

“You gonna cum soon puppy?” you ask, your voice rough and deep. All Mammon can do is nod, arching his back and clenching around you. You let go of his collar, and reach down to stroke him off, “go ahead puppy,” you permit, once again pulling down his foreskin to give his head attention. Mammon jerks helplessly as he tries to grind against your cock and fuck your fist simulatiously.

“Gon’ cum master, ungh fuck, thank you,” he mumbles before tensing up and cumming into your hand. He squeezes around you like a vice, clamping his eyes shut, while his mouth drops open in a silent scream. You fuck him through it, chasing your own orgasm as Mammon falls apart on your cock. “Cum inside please master, please, fill me with yer cum, please- No!” he feels you pull out fully, his eyes shooting open. You jerk yourself off and cum on his cock and stomach instead, moaning his name as you do.

When you come down from your high you notice Mammon is crying, sobbing, at the fact that you didn’t fill him up. You hush and coo, holding him close while swiping away his tears gently. He leans into your touch, wrapping his arms around you to ground himself,

“I told you, you were going to regret touching yourself, pup,” you remind him softly, kissing him lovingly. When you pull away he’s not as distraught,

“If ‘m good, then you’ll fill me up with yer cum?” he asks sweetly. You huff out a laugh,

“Of course puppy, are you going to behave?” he nods eagerly at your question, “good boy,” you praise, stretching out his hole and pressing your flaccid cock inside. “We’ll wait until I’m hard again and then I’ll give you my cum, okay puppy?”

“Thank you master,” Mammon sighs, smiling in a way that makes you know that you’ve got a busy night ahead of you.

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hybrid au! wolf ushijima w bunny top reader — happy late Easter! MDNI

"m'sorry ushiiii... just feels so good y'know? need more.." your little fuzzy bunny ears twitched as you muttered those words into the air, too focused on the desires of yours finally being satisfied. the past three weeks have been intense. the first week was spent with you having way more energy then usual, and being super attentative to your boyfriend, which made him feel special and warm despite his cold exterior. the next two weeks were spent with you dozing off at any moment possible. once your classes were finished and practice was over, and chores were done you would always go back to your room and doze off. sometimes you would rearrange your room and bring snacks. at first he found it cute and would cuddle with you, but other times he started to feel anger rise up in his chest.

it wasn't like he could stay mad at you for very long though, especially when you would wake up and seek him out, crashing into his chest. and kissing him softly. and he would never admit it but you were so alluring to him as well, both in body and in scent.

ushijima was currently in the nest of sheets you made, sweaty body stained with countless rounds of cum. guess that was what all the sleeping and energy was needed for. "s-still! hold on,, give me a few minutes! too much!" the only time ushijima would ever be this expressive was when he was on the brink of helplessness.

"m'sorry ushiii, just need to stuff you full until you’re stuffed with my cum.. you took the next few days off, right?" his ears perked up as he nodded, stilling breaths to try and ground himself within reality.

"good, good.. i need you to be here.. with me.. so i can stuff you full.. don't you think we would be amazing parents? just need to fuck you full first.." his muscled body was on fire, and your words didn't help either. the way that your hands gripped his body and his hips, lovingly caressing the skin before diving into his tight heat, gripping his hip dips harshly. ushis eyes zoned into your fluffy ears before he closed his eyes, a muffled groan leaving his lips, a hand covering his mouth.

an uncharacteristic growl left your lips, reaching for the hand as you peeled it away, listening to the song of noises leave his lips. "just one more time.. once more then you can rest.." the tall male was so sweaty, body tingling. it felt like his brain disconnected from his body, and how his cock was sore and sensitive, yet he was being used regardless.

you claimed his lips in a heated kiss, tongues mingling before you caged him in your arms, grabbing his legs and lifting them up around your waist, body feverishly humping his ass, snarling while you grabbed onto his cock, stroking it within your hand. ushi's eyes shot open, body tensing as his hands shot to his cock, not wanting the exposure of stimulation to his cock again.

"cum for me ushi.. you can do it one more time.." you growled into his lips, pushing his hands off before panting, stilling inside of him and continuing once more, letting your body work against his, and letting the cum that you lovingly pumped into him work as lube. your hand that was on his weeping cock traveled to the surrounding skin, nails scraping against his developed abs and smooth skin to gather his cum as lube for his cock. your own release, like many of the previous before, was building up within you.

ushijima let out a strained grunt as he rolled his head, his bruised neck exposed to your eyes as he tensed, a pathetic load shooting from the tip as he panted, shallow grunts. his hands weakly reached yours as he pawed at you to stop, sleep nagging at him.

"j-just,, just a moment.." the knot you felt in your stomach burst, and you buried yourself weakly into him, chest heaving. ushijima was out cold, and you couldn't help but feel bad at how he couldn't keep up with your libido for this week.

Cuddles with Belphie.｡o○

Content Warning:None! Just plain fluff♡

You cuddle up with Belphie being the little spoon. It’s nice, he thinks. You two are curled up in front of a TV watching some random show. Your legs are tangled together under the blanket as you both lie on the bed snuggled into each other. He feels your breathing slow down and you fall asleep before him, and he smiles fondly at you. He can feel his own eyes starting to droop but he doesn’t want to go to sleep yet, not when he has the perfect person right next to him.His hand rests above the back of your head and gently tucks a few of your hair behind your ear. His eyes flicker across your face and he smiles, loving how peaceful and relaxed you look. He watches your chest rise and fall slowly, your breaths coming out even and peacefully♡

(My obsession with this man isn’t normal but oh well)

A ring for your heart

-I just noticed that I never said it, but most of the time (if not every time) the reader is taller than the character. I may be a bit dumb, okay?

I have never written something like that in my life before, so I'm unsure if it's good enough. But food is here anyway-

a.n: I finished this at 5 am and fall asleep before publishing it, I hate myself sometimes, I just had to press one button and I forgot, please don't hate me angels

Part.2 - Part.4

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕕𝕦𝕓-𝕔𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕔, 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕛𝕠𝕓, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥! ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 '𝕤𝕚𝕣', 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜

-𝟝𝕜 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

(𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣)

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

You were a banker, and Pantalone was your special client if you could call him that way. He was a particular rich man, really intelligent and with a charm that nobody could deny. He was someone you really admired, he was clever, and it was not uncommon that you would end up enjoying a cup of tea after work.

After some time being Pantalone's personal banker, you ended up being a part of the Fatui. The reason? The salary. You weren't interested in their motivations, you were just doing your work and going back to your house after. You weren't fond of the Fatui or Harbingers, most of them were just crazy guys wanting to kill people under a god's orders. So… puppets.

The only other Harbingers you were in contact with, except Pantalone obviously, was Pulcinella. The older man was quite easy to rely on, always calm and smart, you knew he was taking care of Childe's family whenever he was doing a mission, even sending sweets to his brothers and sisters. It became a habit for the older man and you to leave some sweets or tea boxes inside each other's office while the other was away.

This week has been hellish, nobody was doing their work right and money suddenly started to disappear. You were losing your mind over the matter, who was dumb enough to steal from the Fatui? You spend days and nights searching in every registers a flaw, something you could have missed.

But you were an intelligent man, and you knew you haven't made any mistake. You were glad to keep everything in the archives, even after months and months, as you could, in case, prove that you haven't done anything. And with tons of papers under your arms, you leave your office to meet with the 1st Harbinger. You could yourself sweat a little at the thought of being alone with this man, with other people around, no problem. Alone? No way in hell.

Thankfully for you, he called you while a meeting was held. As you enter the room, all Harbingers were there. There were the ones who didn't care one bit about you, the 'I want to kill you' vibe the second you stepped in and the two you were comfortable with. You place the documents in front of Pierro, classed by month as you explain every flaw you have found, even before you were hired. Immediately, you confirm it was none of the 9 people standing around this table as you checked everything personally.

You see from the corner of your eyes that Arlecchino and Pulcinella were nodding at you as thanks, as you knew it was annoying for them if someone else was going to do it. After all, most people weren't trustworthy with money as the Fatui were greedy people. It was nice to know that even people like them could trust you.

Even if they weren't saying it, as the Harbingers were listening to you, they were impressed. Not only did you check everything from the last past months in detail in less than a week, but you also wrote down any issue, name of the person, addresses, absolutely everything, going to the extent of doing a background check. As Pierro dismissed you, you're surprised when he ruffles your hair, saying you did a good job. You leave with a discreet smile, ignoring the raising voices when the door closed behind you.

As you were half-asleep in your chair, head resting on your desk, your door opens in a silent creak. This week's work worn you out, and you only wanted to sleep. You yawn as you feel a warm hand touches your cheek, rubbing gently your jaw as the comforting touch lull you to sleep. You thought it was just your imagination as you fall asleep until a soft chuckle reaches your ears. You shot up from your seat, grabbing instantly the weapon at your side, the shining blade pressing against the intruder's neck.

Pantalone stands there, waiting for you to lower your weapon. With how fast you moved, you still made a small cut on his neck, the blood dripping slowly as it get to disappear in the fur of his coat.

“Why are so stressed today?”

His sweet voice calms you down as you put back the weapon to its original place, for an unknown reason, you were on the edge and someone suddenly standing next to you didn't help. Pantalone steps closer, redoing your hair and placing your coat correctly on your shoulders as he observes you. You could see his usual sly little smirk on his face as he kisses you quickly on the jaw.

“You were impressive.”

You would have heard that from anybody else, you would have thought they were making fun of you. But the way his eyes lit up, even just a bit, could tell he was genuinely impressed. You and Pantalone grew closer over the months, being the only two people approximately sane, that was something rare these days. Pantalone was the really smart one, talking about everything he knew while you were the curious and understanding one, sitting there and listening avidly about his recent favourite book and newfound knowledge.

Surprisingly, he was someone who liked physical contact, and it wasn't rare to find him nuzzling into your neck or resting his head on your shoulder. It took you by surprise at first but got used to it, you noticed how your coat or turtleneck would always have his perfume on it with how many times he was resting against you. When he was not giving that cold glare and fake sympathy to everyone, he was quite cute. He was either behaving like a snake or, around you, like a cute puppy.

Suddenly, before you could open your mouth to say something, you see him rummage through his pocket. He takes out a small box, a purple one wrapped in silky tissue, just the box itself looked so expensive. Gently, he gave it to you with a small smile, his prying eyes observing your reaction as you unwrap it conscientiously. As you open it, a small and discreet ring was carefully placed in the middle of the jewellery box. This ring seemed familiar, but you could not manage to remember where.

“Do you like it? It's a reward since you did such a good job.

I am certain you spend hours looking at those awful reports.”

He moved behind you, massaging softly your shoulders as you lean into him, your body giving up under the soft touch. It was unexpected that a member of the Harbingers could be this gentle and kind. You shiver as he moved to your head, massaging your temples, cold fingertips sending little shocks through your body. You yawn as you lean more into him, head lolling back as it rests on his shoulder. Pantalone felt his mouth water as the soft skin was so exposed, as he wonders what you would say if he bit you right now.

You were trusting him, and this feeling alone was making him have butterflies in his stomach. He was itching to let his hands wander, but he knew he could not. It was so tempting, as you rest against him, your warmth spreading onto his cold body, it always amazed him how hot your body was compared to him. He wanted to stay there forever against you, snuggle into your warmth as you do something else. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair to untangle it was always making him relax, being around you was a blessing. You were the only worthy person here, the other Fatui being useless and incompetent.

Whenever he was asking for something difficult or not, you would lend a hand or explain to him where he was wrong. And something that surprised him, was that you weren't after his money. Anytime he would try to pay for something, whenever it was the tea or dinner, you had already your money out. It was frustrating him to no end, he was the richest here, and you never asked him anything. How was he supposed to court you if you weren't accepting any of his gifts?

He knew you would refuse the ring, he knew it, but he still tried. And when you put it in your coat's pockets, his heart skipped a beat, as you finally accepted him. His mind was telling him that you were just accepting a gift, nothing more, but it was an opportunity nonetheless. He was so mad when Pierro ruffled your hair, and he was not the only one, but nobody was close to you except him. He could be the only one for you, those simpletons had no chance against him. Were they even able to buy a gift as grandiose as his? No way.

His smile widens as he sees your body temperature rise up, seems like it was starting to work. The aphrodisiac he asked Dottore to make in exchange for a good amount of money was working, he could feel himself being affected too. Imbibing the jewellery box was a good idea. He could hear you pant, his hands holding your side moving to the front of your torso, feeling the muscles with bliss. Your hips thrusted up as you grab his wrist, trying to stop him, but he knew your mind should already be fuzzy by now. You were too weak to stop his hand from sneaking under your shirt, pinching the skin. Each groan of yours could make him cum on the spot, but he wasn't satisfied.

He was glad to see you react to his touch, but you would usually put up a fight with him, forcing him to submit without knowing it. Everyone was treating him as royalty, as a genius so nobody dared to put him back into his place. But you weren't anybody, your sharp tongue breaking his ego whenever he was acting too pretentious. He wanted you to force him to kneel and apologize, lick your shoes and make him choke on your dick. But you were too docile, almost as an obedient dog, that's not what he wanted.

He remembers Dottore telling him that the effects would wear off nearly immediately after the first orgasm, and instantly, without a second thought, he was unbuttoning your pants. When you'll be back to normal, you would be mad at him, right? So you could potentially punish him for what he did. The thought of you glaring at him like you did whenever you were annoyed made his legs quiver. He needed the mean man that would put him back in his place, slap him and degrade him.

He thought he could just jerk you off quickly, but he may have underestimated you a bit. When he unbuttoned your pants and just slid down your underwear a little to take your dick out, the size left him stunned. He knew you would be big, you were taller and buffer than him after all, but this, that was too much, even for a greedy man like him. He was rendered speechless, staring dumbly as he didn't know what to do. His hand shakes as he was hesitant to touch it, legs closing involuntarily.

Unfortunately for him, the effects of the aphrodisiac were a tad stronger than he thought they would be, and when you grabbed his neck with a mean smile, he froze on the spot. Surely he was turned on to see this side of you, but something inside your eyes made him shiver in fear. Your hold was tightening around his neck, and when he tried to stop you by grabbing your hand, you caught his wrist, twisting it in the wrong direction. The cracking noise was so strong, that Pantalone thought it could have been heard outside, the sudden pain made him moan, the delicious feeling of raw strength breaking him.

He was used to getting hurt, he was a Harbinger after all, but never he felt so good after one of his bones was broken. He could cry from the pleasure of this, he wanted it to leave a bruise, so he could remember it. With a crazy smile, he placed his hands over the one that was choking him, asking you to break his neck. He trembled as he could feel your fingertips dig into his skin, legs quivering as his knees finally gave out. He was held up by your grip only, legs swinging uselessly into the air, but before you could really break his pretty neck, you let go.

A wicked smile on your face as you watch him struggle to stand up, whenever he was pushing himself up with his arms, you would kick into them, making him fall again. He was sniffling, humiliation filling his mind. He looked up at you with teary eyes, glasses sliding down his nose as he sees you turn your back to him. He was going to protest, call your name until he saw you sit back down on your chair, legs crossed, your elbow resting on top of your thigh as you watch him in amusement.

He called out your name weakly, never did he felt this powerless. He was just something useless clinging to you, some dirt under your shoe. You motioned for him to get closer, his eyes widened as he put all his strength in his arms to get up, he was so close to crying with happiness. Until you clicked your tongue, he goes rigid, blood run cold.

“Who told you to get up? Crawl.”

He was paralysed, you wanted him to crawl? He looked down as he did so, he heard you click your tongue again, and he hurried to get closer to you. As he was on his knees in front of you, your hand appear in his field of vision as you hold his jaw gently, almost lovingly. You slid your thumb over his lower lip, bringing it down softly as Pantalone opens his mouth. And you spat into his wide open mouth. He moans as he swallowed, letting his tongue loll out to ask for more.

“Aren't you satisfied with what I just gave you?

Are you so greedy that you can't even say 'thank you, sir'?”

He fumbled over his words, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. His thoughts were scattered until you slapped him, immediately he started to thank you over and over, tears sliding down his cheeks as he blushed crazily. It was as if the spot you slapped was on fire, he would have enjoyed it more if you weren't so disappointed in him right now. He needed to apologize for his behaviour.

You could see him panic, one of the smartest men panicking because he did not know how to apologize. You teasingly moved your feet in front of his face, testing if he was that desperate for you. Almost immediately, his hands hold your shoe as he kissed it, moving to your ankle as he was licking and sucking on any unmarked spot.

With a smile, you watched as your shoe got more and more covered in drool, he was lapping at it like a dog, panting and whining as his tongue met the leather. You hear a noise suddenly outside, and you grabbed his long hair, hiding him under your desk as your legs were caging him. You took the first document you saw, acting as if you were reading it. And that's when someone knocked on the door, you looked down to see Pantalone resting his head on your thigh, droopy eyes looking right back at you. You run your hand through his hair before telling the person to enter.

And you froze when Pierro opened the door, closing it immediately behind him. He sat on the chair in front of you, handing out some documents to you, you guessed it was about the issue from earlier and started to read immediately. Everything was going fine until your dear rich friend thought it would be a good idea to start jerking you off while sucking the tip of your dick. As you continue to act like nothing was happening, you're glad the subordinates outside are making so much noise to conceal the wet ones coming from under the desk.

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes off his gloves with difficulty, as one of his wrists was broken, sliding them into your pocket before using your precum to wet his hand a bit. And before you knew it, he was choking around your cock, the tip scratching the back of his throat as you watch his eyes roll back. You weren't even able to move your hand without the man in front of you noticing, you could feel his tears and drool mix together as it slides to the base of your dick, wetting your pants.

You stuttered once before focusing and speaking normally to Pierro, explaining where it looked suspicious and how you did not have the same data. He looked satisfied with your answer and only asked some more questions, you barely managed to conceal one of your groans with a cough before he could see how sweaty and twitching your hands were. As he left the room, he complimented you on your good work and ruffled your hair before leaving your office.

Pantalone was looking at you betrayed when he felt your cock twitched suddenly when Pierro talked to you like this. Unbeknown to him, it was because his teeth grazed one of the veins on the underside, sending the most powerful shiver through your body. You feel him pull back from your dick to complain, but you grabbed his hair, slamming his face down. You forcefully made him speed up the pace, listening to the choking and slurping sounds he was emitting.

At this point, you were just fucking his face, he was unable to breathe correctly, and he felt like he was going to pass out. So when he taps your thigh hoping you would let him breathe, he almost moaned when you pulled your dick out of his mouth. But when he tried to ask you to be gentle, you laugh out loud, tugging his hair roughly before being rougher than before. You were watching with bliss as his teary eyes lost their focus, metaphorical hearts forming into them when your hips stilled suddenly, as you shot your load into his throat. The warm cum covered the inside of his mouth, it tasted so strong he was sure it would alter his taste buds forever.

Any of his complaints from earlier left his mind as you were marking him, and his heart burst when you praised him, calling him your good boy as he was being the perfect pet. You pulled him off your dick as he was not doing it himself, still swallowing your load with a big dumb smile. But when he noticed how there was still some left on your shaft, you did not have the time to make a move before he was lapping at it, collecting every last drop of your release with whimpers and moans.

“I've been good, right sir?

Thank you so much for being so nice to someone like me.

Please can I have more, I'll do anything sir”

He looked high because of your cum, and you weren't so far away from the truth. The taste was addicting, the feeling even more, that he wanted to be filled by you. He did not mind walking around with a butt plug, he would even choose one with a tail at the end, so he would really be your dog, you could use him whenever you want, he will never complain, as long as he's your favourite.

But it seems like you were hesitating, and before Pantalone started to suck you off again, he gave you bills, thanking you over and over. The amount you had in your hand was more than your salary in two months as you watch Pantalone mouth at your underwear, licking the fabric and kissing it.

His head shot up when he heard you open a drawer, and let a tube of lube fall on his face along with a condom. You moved your chair back as you watch him spread his legs apart, but it was a too difficult position for him to insert his fingers, so he ended up on all fours, face on the ground as his ass was up in the air. You could observe in satisfaction his fingers disappearing inside of him, the wet noises filling the room as his whimpers get louder. With a sigh, you place your shoe in front of his face again, watching as he focuses on licking it instead of making too many noises. And honestly, if he kept being this loud and cute, you would have taken him now and not waited for his hole to be stretched. After all, your dick could do this too instead of his fingers.

Your patience almost snapped when he started to moan loudly, he was not using his fingers to stretch himself anymore as they were just slamming into his hole, as if he has gone crazy, he was not even moaning your name anymore but only 'sir'. Angrily, you tug his hair, watching as his mouth has fallen open at the pain, eyes rolling back as he cums on you, staining your shoes and pants. He was smiling at you happily, as he has still not processed what he did. When his mind clouded by his orgasm cleared up, he was left staring at your clothes in shock, eyes widening as he felt your murderous aura.

“S-sir I did not mean to! I'll clean it up!

I'm so sorry, I promise it will not happen ag-”

And his head was slammed onto your pile of documents, you fully pull his pants down, tearing off his underwear before slamming your dick into him, not caring anymore. You let out a shaky sign at the tight heat that surrounded you, almost hugging your cock so sweetly.

“If you dare drool on my work, you are dead.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Did I asked you to talk?”

“No-”

“Then shut the fuck up. Your voice is annoying me.

At least Childe knew when to stay quiet.”

You could see his eyes filling up with tears but when you pronounced Childe's name, there was only hatred in them. Pantalone had a disgusting feeling of jealously spreading through his body, the thought that Childe got you first drove him mad. He moved his hand back, spreading his cheeks apart for you as he placed his forehead against the wooden table, certain he will be able to keep his noises in.

“Baby, do you want me to breed you?

You'll be by my side forever that way.”

He was flustered at the words, pushing his face into the papers on the table, hiding his turned-on face. You can't help but groan at the way he was tightening around you while you were swiftly pounding into him at a fast pace. You clench your jaw as his ass comes in contact with your pelvis each time you go deeper, the force makes him shudder as he feels like you were forcing his walls to mould to your size. He never felt that good in this life, he was sure nothing could make him feel as good as this.

You were pulling out slowly to slam back roughly, your tip hitting his prostate each time you bottom out, shooting some precum in the deepest part of his ass. His tongue lolls out at the feeling, hands scratching against the table as he moves his ass back, back arching to coax you into being rougher and go harder on him. Your hand was itching to spank him, to dig your nails into his ass, leave your handprint onto his soft flesh. You were groping and slapping his ass just a second later, watching as he moves one of his hands back to grip one of your hand.

He was so close to cumming, some more thrusts, and he would do it. He tried to warn you, but he was unable to let any words out, he was crying as he tried to keep it in since you did not give him permission. His hand gripping at the edge of the desk as you were ruthlessly fucking him. You were pounding into the pretty man, raw skin clapping being the only thing heard in the room. His ass was a cherry red as your hand kept slamming down and with how hard you were going on him.

He slurred, trying to get some words out, but it was impossible. He almost screamed when he came, fluids covering the desk and papers just under him in a white mess. He shook when you stopped moving, flipping him over, resting on his back as you watched with angry eyes your ruined work. He was babbling, apologizing to you, gripping your shoulders with tears in his eyes as he was kissing your lips, claiming his love for you.

You moved your hand to his neck, choking him as the other was holding up his leg, and you slammed back inside. You did not care if he was screaming as overstimulation took over his body, clawing at your back in the hope it would stop you. The man was ruined, glasses falling off his nose and hitting the table, dampened eyelashes and black liner smudging over his face. You spat on him, dipping your fingers into the mess he left on the table before smearing it over his cheek.

You could feel yourself getting closer, heat pooling in your stomach as you prevented Pantalone from breathing, watching as his face turned red. You rested your forearms on each side of his head, rocking your hips back and forth, burying yourself deeper and deeper as you keep tightening your hold on him. You groaned, jaw hanging loose.

Pantalone has lost his mind, your thick cock bullying your way into him, stretching him to an impossible extent as he feels something filling him up, the hand around his throat making him unable to breathe. He wailed with the rest of his breath he had, as you shoot your load in him, filling him up perfectly, his stomach warmed up by the hot cum. You never stopped moving, prolonging your orgasm as he reached his high suddenly, head slamming back against the hard wood, dizzy under the pain and pleasure as he cum all over himself.

It was never stopping, you keep cumming in him, mind going blank as you were breeding him. He placed his hands on his bulging stomach, hearts in his eyes as he knew he was yours, you choose him over everyone else.

“Whose hole is this?”

“Yours… yours only”

He did not care if someone could see him like that, he finally got everything he wanted. Tears of happiness wet his cheeks as it ruins his makeup even more. You pulled out gently, ignoring his whimpers as you rummage through your drawer, getting out a butt plug before sliding it into him delicately. Your hand massaged his stomach as you watch his eyes crossing, hips jerking up as he was still hard.

He has been so good for you, you could not leave him like that, and with that, you wrapped your warm hand around his pitiful cock, jerking him off. The red tip was burning under your fingertips, cock twitching as hard as the rest of his body, panting harshly when you let go of his neck, watching as he pissed himself.

You sat on your chair, lifting him up to place him on your lap, rubbing small circles on his hips as you let him calm down. Kissing softly his neck and jaw as his mind cleared up, instantly hiding into your neck in embarrassment. Flustered as he sees the mess he made out of your paperwork, guilt bubbling up into his throat, he has really done it, didn't he?

“They are just duplicates, I don't care.”

They weren't, but he did not need to know that, especially when his dark eyes looked up at you with so much love. As he hugs you tightly, kissing you like a starving man. Sadly, the gentle moment was ruined by one of the subordinates knocking on the door, saying there was an emergency meeting. You both got up, Pantalone running to dress back up as you just buttoned your pants and placed your coat back onto your shoulders.

You place Pantalone's glasses on his nose as you kiss the tip of it before redoing his hair and removing his makeup. Both your turtleneck hiding the suspicious marks as you head to the door, waiting for Pantalone to follow you. You turn around, seeing how his legs were shaking, not being able to hold himself up correctly. With a sigh, you let him lean on your body as you walk into the corridor, and enter the room, accompany him to his seat. He motions for you to stay beside him, ignoring some Harbingers openly glaring at him.

As Pierro was talking, he gripped your hand, putting his gloves on your hands and slid the ring he offered you onto your ring finger and one of the rings he was currently wearing on your index. He intertwined your hands, showing off to the others with a smug face. Went as far as pulling down his turtleneck a little to show off the bruise you left while you choked him earlier.

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a.n: I'm only able to see Pantalone as a person who would court someone else, like courtship but no dating, and after that, straight up marriage. I can't see him as someone who would eventually let someone pursue the one he loves. This man is like 'you like them too? Then die. You are in the way.', nothing else. This man is courting by buying expensive gifts and fuck with the person, he has no idea how to show love without physical touch or gifts and has no understanding of humans in general. But he's smart for everything else at least. And bro, no way in hell he's a top, this man would love getting destroyed literally anywhere.

Subject #666

scientist!gn!reader x Leviathan

smut; you need a semen sample from the newly captured demon, but he has troubles giving you one. Why not help him out?

sub!Leviathan, handjob, sadism/masochism

"I'll need a semen sample."

The demon looks at you, completely bewildered, and you can see the red on his face progressing as he processes your words.

"H-hell no!"

His voice is high, his hands nervously beginning to fidget. You can only smile at him while turning back to your computer, documenting his reaction.

"I'll, of course, give you some privacy. Please use this for the sample," you hand him a small, clear cup which had been sitting on your desk for some time now, "and let me know if you need something to get you going."

"Get me going?" Leviathan swallows heavily while accepting the cup through the magic bars, miserably looking at it.

"You know, like porn. You've heard of that, right?"

The blush on the demon's cheeks deepens as he bashfully nods, a hint of disappointment in his shy eyes. You've noticed the way he looks at you, reserved glances spared for your body when he wasn't just sulking in his cell, mumbling to himself, and you felt like it would be a waste not to take advantage of his small obsession.

He's only a demon after all, and you've had quite a few of those in these labs already. No one would care for a few hours of undocumented time spent with Leviathan. You consider all this while turning the cameras off and packing your important things to leave the demon to his business.

"You know which button to press if you're done... or need help," you add a wink to your last statement, and you barely see Leviathan's eyes widen before the high-security door closes before your eyes.

To your surprise, Leviathan does not call for your help, and the device on your belt is still silent after two hours. Out of worry, you decide to get back into the lab with his cell in it, opening the door slowly in case he was still at it.

Under the loud sound of the security deactivating for your entrance, you hear the hectic shuffling of clothes and loud sniffling before you're met with a fitting image. Leviathan is sitting in the corner of his cell, his jeans messily and barely pulled up to cover his crotch, and he's holding a turned hand in front of his shocked face, hiding some of the tears, which are clearly visible in his eyes.

You offer him a scolding look before telling him he could have just called you if something was wrong. He starts stuttering, pressing himself further against the wall when you squat down in front of his cage, moving to eye-level with him.

"What do you need, hm?"

The demon shakes his head subtly, the panicked expression in his eyes rising. "I don't know?" he squeaks, more tears falling.

You sigh while getting back up and slowly start opening the high-security door to his cell, confidently stepping into it. Leviathan looks up, and you can see the smallest bit of excitement building in his optics. You kneel in front of him, putting your hand on his pulled-up knee.

"C'mon, tell me what you need."

Leviathan needs a moment to comprehend the situation before letting his hands sink to the floor and legs fall apart under your slight push.

"B-be mean to me, please."

You chuckle a little while your hands move to his waist, squeezing the soft flesh before pulling his jeans down, revealing his otherwordly demon cock. Small ridges line the light blue-colored shaft, which bleeds into a dark marine tip, which is slightly bigger than his cock.

You've seen it before, during his basic anatomical documentation routine when he was first brought in, but touching it now feels entirely new. Your fingers explore the texture while you ask him if every demon has such a small cock.

Leviathan gasps at your statement, the sound followed by a whimper and his hips shyly pushing up into your grip. Your hand strokes his cock a few times, easily finding the sensitive sports and getting used to its shape. Leviathan's tears started flowing again, his cock sensitive and hurtful after two hours of trying to get off.

"You're such a pathetic demon, Leviathan," you smile, your fingers tightening around his cock; tightening to a painful degree.

He cries out, his hand gripping your wrist but not stopping you. His body shakes, and his face looks utterly ruined, red, twisted, and glistening by tears.

"Gonna cum from having your dick strangled?" your words are laced in gentle whispering, right next to his ear.

Your lips are suddenly on his, the surprisingly gentle kiss contrasting your nails digging into Leviathan's most sensitive parts. He whimpers into your mouth, the sound pitiful until he cums. His semen shoots out of his swollen cock, pulsating against the pain you're inflicting on him.

You quietly laugh at him for cumming from this, watching the blue gooey cum drip over his torso. As the demon comes down heavily breathing, you allow yourself to scoop some of his release into the sample cup you gave him.

Biting More Than You Can Chew

Kaeya Alberich x Top Male Reader

“Sir Kaeya is known for his habit of taking risks. But perhaps, the bold and suave cavalry captain should learn a bit of caution.”

CW: Rape/Non-Con, No Prep, Spit as Lube, Degradation, Humiliation, Bleeding, Begging, Dacryphilia, Mentioned Stalking, Mentioned Obsession

The entire thing was supposed to go smoothly. Flawlessly. As it had always been, especially with the help of his good looks and charming tongue.

Cavalry captain Kaeya Alberich was only letting his ear loose when he caught whispered words of a suspicious man lurking through the streets when the day's late, a cloak over his head and a rusty kamera in his gloved hands. He'd linger near the Knights of Favonius' headquarters, pacing on his feet as he went into hiding behind whatever large item he could find. Suspicious and worrisome activity indeed, he decided.

It could be hardcore fan who's just a bit too interested in one of the knights or someone who works in the headquarters. Definitely a higher level compared to the woman who's constantly thinking about his brother and nothing else, and that's saying a lot.

But as those words began to spread like a plague, reaching the ears of the other knights, Kaeya could sense the anxiety that began festering through the Ordo Favonius. Who wouldn't be, knowing that they might be the target of such a disgusting act unknowingly? He'd notice the way they've heightened their guards up at all times (which is good, but takes a toll on their mental health). Poor little Amber would glance around queasily, Lisa almost never left the library and even strong, unyielding Jean Gunnhildr could be seen on edge.

Now, this absolutely won't do. And as the kind and generous friend he is, how could he not extend his aid and provide them more safety? He'll catch this disgusting bastard, and no longer will they be glancing behind their backs every second of the day.

❧

It was late when Kaeya began his little plans. He noted down the pattern of this person's movements through what's been whispered and shared, as well as their general appearance - or at least from what they could see.

They're always seen in a dark green, dusty and tattered cloak that reaches their ankles, and their hands are covered in dark leather gloves. And they always, always have a kamera on them. Marjorie had told him that she would sometimes see them prowl around near the lower parts of the city, where not much people would crowd in. With a smile, he thanked her. Kaeya knew where to find this man now.

But maybe, just maybe... Kaeya should've practiced some more caution.

He stumbled upon that man, in all his cloaked glory, just as he took the last steps down the stairs. There, he froze as if he was caught red-handed - which he really was - and Kaeya could see the way his eyes and his kamera glinted from the minimal light the moon provided.

"Oh, would you look at that?" He crooned, grinning at the creep before him. "Right into the lion's den, I presume. Your days of stalking down our poor knights are over, I'm afraid."

He spoke of nothing in return. Kaeya sighs.

"Listen, I really want to turn you in right now, but Jean won't be too happy to know I decided to grab some guy without proof. I mean, anyone could be some random suspiciously cloaked weirdo at night, holding a kamera that's seen better days." He said, gesturing to the poor machine in the man's hands. "I'd suggest you show me what exactly you've been doing. If it's innocent, I'll release you. If it's fucked, you're fucked, get that?"

The silence that followed stretched for a moment or two, and Kaeya was prepared to resort to extreme measures, until the man sighed and turned.

"...Fine."

The captain blinked, before his lips curled into an amused grin. "A fine choice, I'd say. Lead the way, handsome."

And oh, did he lead the way.

❧

You couldn't believe your eyes when he stood before you at the dead of night, soaked in moonlight like the ethereal being he is. The moment he walked down those steps, halting right in front of you, you could feel the tent forming underneath your pants.

The beautiful cavalry captain was searching out for you, apparently, without a single suspicion that he was the one you wanted. He was the one your prowled around at night like a hungry wolf for. He was the one you desired.

“Right into the lion's den, I presume.”

And oh, was he absolutely correct.

You lead him through the gates that night, and Kaeya waved away any questions the guards have to ask. His charming smile was enough to reassure them, and more than enough to have your desires stirred up even more.

The walk was long and strenuous, and Kaeya whistled to fill the silence.

"So we're travelling now, huh? How thrilling."

So thrilling, especially for you. Because he was right there, right within your grasp. One reach of your arms, and he'll be all yours.

And how could you possibly pass that chance up?

Kaeya, ever the sharp-eyed knight, dodged the moment he saw the glint of a dagger in your hands that was sent flying towards him. But only then did it dawn upon him that you were aiming for his vision instead of his flesh, and the moment you speared the chain that kept it dangling, it was already too late. The vision stuck to the dagger, being sent flying away and rendered unusable to it's weilder.

Kaeya turned to find you lunging towards him.

The sounds of bodies hitting the earth echoed through the night sky as you tackled the captain to the ground, grabbing his wrists the moment your hands reached his skin and pinning him down to the grass. Your surprising strength held him down, and Kaeya found himself struggling fruitlessly.

He tried maintaining a calm appearance, but the way you leered down at him was nothing but calming.

“Hey, now.” He dryly chuckled, feeling his first cold sweat trail down. "Take me out to dinner first, would y—"

Lips crashed into his own before he could finish his sentence. His eyes widened before repulsion filled him from head to toe, and he struggled to turn and break away from your lips. Your little kiss seperated with a gasp for air from the captain, and you licking off his saliva from your lips.

"What the hell?!" He snapped, glaring daggers at you. "Which archon gave you the rights to do that?!"

"I don't need the archons." You spoke, your voice low and gravelly. Kaeya gulped at the way your cold eyes trailed down his body, lightly shifting in unease. "I only need you, my dear Kaeya."

He squinted at you like you're a riddle no man has ever solved, and slowly shook his head in disgust. "You're insane..." He grimaced.

"And you, Kaeya Alberich, are an absolutely foolish man." You grinned mockingly down at him. "Willingly seeking out the 'creep' that's been wanting you for ages. Years of endlessly craving for the touch of your skin, to hear your voice reserved all for me, and finally... finally... You're here, right where I want you to be. After all, as stupid as you can be, there's no denying that you are a vision by itself. Blessed by the Archons, falling from Celestia itself..."

You could see the way Kaeya's face shifted into absolute horror and disgust by the truths you unveiled and the way you spoke of him. His tanned face paled the moment he felt his arms shift as you used one strong hand to hold down both wrists, and the other one began trailing down his defined curves.

"Fuck..." He hissed, buckling wildly to free himself but to no avail. He grunted at the futility of his attempts and began panicking. "Get off of me, you bastard!"

His words went into one ear and out through the other, apparently. You ignored his growls and pressed a nail through those slutty tight pants he walked around in on the daily until it bursted through. You tugged onto that hole and tore apart a large hole, exposing the beautiful skin of his groin.

"So, so beautiful..." You mumbled, paying no mind to Kaeya's fearful protests and only focusing on further exposing the beauty between his legs until it was bare all for you.

My, such tight underwear he wore. Much easier for you to simply rip off of him, forcing a horrified yelp out of the poor captain.

"Don't-" he gritted his teeth, "don't you dare!"

Before he could react, you twisted his entire body around with impressive strength until he faced the earth. Kaeya struggled to wriggle out as you slowly crawled lower, your hands pinning down his tiny waist until your chest laid between his thighs. His ass was all bare and exposed for you, and you salivated at the tight hole hiding in between.

Kaeya gasped when he felt something wet trail up the crevice of his ass.

"Get off of me!" He immediately shrieked, trying to kick you away but you kept a firm grip on his thighs. He could do nothing but twist around in vain, his nails digging into the earth as he tried to pull himself away from you.

A small whimper escaped his lips as your tongue prodded through his little virgin cunt.

"N-Ngh..!" He whined, pressing his forehead into the grass as he felt the humiliation bubble within him. His hips buckled from the sudden odd yet overwhelming feeling, and you grinned against his plush asscheeks.

"It seems that the poor cavalry captain enjoys this..." You teased.

"SHUT UP!" He barked. "Get off, asshat! I swear to the seven, I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm gonna—AH!"

He felt a sudden sting as something longer and bigger forced it's way through his hole, digging deep despite the dry friction that made it so much more difficult. And it hurts.

You pressed your middle finger deep into the writhing captain, crawling deep into his unexplored walls and feeling yourself swell up in bliss. Because this was Kaeya Alberich's ass you were fingering! Your dick was growing so hard at this point that it's starting to hurt.

"Shit— Stop it!" He cried out, hips attempting to buck away as he hissed from the burning stretch. He didn't think it'd hurt this bad. "Are you deaf?! I said STOP!!"

He shouldn't be surprised when you only went further, and then your fingers curled.

The sudden wave of pleasure coursed through Kaeya's lithe body, and he choked on a moan. What was that? What did you do? And why did it feel... Good?

You chuckled darkly, prodding against that one spot and forcing out broken moans from the captain. "Looks like I've hit the bullseye." You grinned. "It feels so good, doesn't it? Admit it, Alberich. You love it, and you want more."

"FUCK YOU!!" He shrieked, beyond ashamed and humiliated by how your words stirred up his composure, and how some of them were true. It felt good, but he didn't want anymore of it. Because it hurt like a bitch, and he just didn't want you doing this to him in general.

"No, Kaeya." You grinned, chuckling jeeringly. "I'm gonna fuck you."

Kaeya blanches.

"No." He breathed out, vigorously shaking his head as you stood up and pressed a boot firmly against the small of his back, keeping him in place. "No, No, NO! Get off of me you- you sick MANIAC!!"

Kaeya writhed wildly when he heard buckling coming from behind him, unable to escape from the pressure of your weight holding him down. He could feel the first sob beginning to break through, but through some ridiculous pride, he managed to keep it in... For now.

Eventually, your hands returned and groped the soft flesh of his ass, spreading them apart to reveal his hole, glistening from your saliva. Your thumbs pressed through the still tight cunt and they spread the puffy rim, all while your eyes remained fixated on the sight you've been dreaming about for years.

Kaeya began breaking when he felt the head of your cock press against him.

"NO!" He struggled, pathetically twisting and turning like a caught prey desperate for it's unreachable freedom. It amused you, the way he thought he could get away with this.

"HELP! Somebody, help me!" He cried out, feeling his eyes prickle with tears before a choked sound of pain escaped through his lips as you breached him.

He howled into the ground when he felt you press through his unprepared hole, your fat cock digging through the tight rim, forcing it to spread apart to accommodate your girth. It felt like being speared by hot iron; it fucking burns.

But to you, it felt like you've ascended to Celestia itself. You couldn't believe it, you thought you were in a blissful dream. Because here you are, Kaeya Alberich underneath you, taking in your cock even if unwillingly. It dawned upon you that this may be the only chance you'll ever get, so you'll savor every moment of it.

Kaeya was writhing and crying out the entire time as you took your sweet, agonizing time with pressing your cock into him. His sobs echoed through the night sky, pleading for mercy while desperately calling out for help. Luck was not on the captain's side tonight, as not even one patrolling guard could be seen anywhere.

"Stop! Stop, please!" He sobbed, voice hoarse and painful. "Agh! It hurts- fuck, it hurts!"

"Shh..." You whispered into his ear, sighing as your hips finally met his round ass. "You'll enjoy it soon, dear captain..."

And before he knew it, you grabbed his hips, pulled out and slammed back into him. His back arched beautifully as he screamed into the air, pain filling his entire being.

"Archons, you feel so good..!" You gasped, relishing in the way Kaeya squeezed so perfectly around your cock, his walls moulding perfectly around the intricate shape of your dick. "You feel amazing, Sir Kaeya! I'm gonna fuck you so good, captain, I promise!"

"N-No—!" He couldn't even finish his sentence when you thrusted once more, sending jolts of agony through his trembling body. It hurt, it burned, it stung and it was nothing but pure torture for the young captain. His body rocked alongside each snap of your hips, paired with the pained yet pleasured sounds pouring out of his mouth, he was the picture of a dicked down slut itself.

The sight was utterly beautiful for you. Kaeya, underneath you - even if he was facing away - shuddering and moaning as he took in your cock like the good whore he is. And his cunt gave you pleasure beyond what a man should be worthy of receiving. You couldn't help but thrust into him like an unyielding piston, fucking him mercilessly, brutally, cruelly. It was suddenly so much easier to thrust, and you know well that Kaeya's skin had broke and bled. Perhaps it was his battered body's form of mercy, to provide lubrication even if it meant bleeding.

No matter, because you only grinned in delight. Kaeya's blood was on your skin, and you couldn't be more happier.

You fucked him raw and deep, your large cock drilling into his insides and threatening to break him. His legs trembled like a wilting flower, unable to hold himself up if not for the hands that kept his ass up. His hair was all over his face, and you couldn't catch a glimpse of his beauty as he took your dick.

You decided that you didn't like that.

In a swift motion, you turned him around so he's laying on his back. Steam blew out of your nose at the ravishing sight of Kaeya's red, tear-streaked face, eyes rolling back into his head as he pants heavily. His entire body was shaking like a leaf, he didn't even have the strength to stop your hands as you hikes his knees up to his chest. His flexibility impressed and aroused you, so you began fucking him once more.

"P-please..!" He whimpered, letting out a guttural moan as you fucked into his prostate. "Stop, stop it, please..! Hahh..! I-I can't— not anymore..! Let me g-go..!"

"How could I ever..?" You frowned, utterly repulsed by such an idea. How could you ever, when you finally had him in your grasp? Mercy, what a foolish idea. There was no need for mercy when desire had taken over, and your desire took over everything.

His slender, svelte body bounced as you pounded into him yet again, wanton moans escaping those plump lips that you couldn't help but devour them once more.

Kaeya weakly tried to push you off as your ravenous lips and tongue made a mess down his mouth. You tasted every bit of his wet cavern, the tip of your tongue trailing all over his cheeks and gums that he couldn't help but shudder at the tingling sensation. You could feel his salty tears even in his mouth, and just like every part of him, it was sweet and delicious.

You broke the kiss with an audible pop, and admired Kaeya's now red and glistening lips. Saliva trailed out of the corners of his mouth, dripping down to the ground as he panted once more.

A debauched whore, you thought.

Wanting to taste more, your pulled against the cleavage hole of his blouse until his choker ripped off, allowing you more access through his slutty shirt. His nipples were brown and perky, budding in sensitivity the moment your thumbs rolled them, that you couldn't help but salivate.

Your lips wrapped around those trembling buds and Kaeya whined loudly.

"N-No..!" He cried, weakly punching against your back. "Stop, please! Please!"

Oh, poor cavalry captain, begging so pathetically. He must be feeling so humiliated right now, having his body used up like an object, all at your brutal mercy.

You sucked on his nipples vigorously, tongue lapping and swirling around his nubs while you occasionally clamped your teeth around them. Kaeya howled from the assault of pleasure that broke his mind, arching his back while trying to twist away from your grip. Your hips never ceased thrusting, and the feeling of having both his prostate and nipples abused drove him wild.

And then you grabbed his hardened, leaking cock, and all hell broke loose.

White liquid splattered all over his stomach as he cums with a scream, his bucking up as he came all over your hand. You ceased all movement immediately by the pleasant surprise, and slowly pulled off of his chest as Kaeya began panting from his forcefully pulled orgasm.

His eyelids fluttered open to find you grinning down at him.

"See?" Your lips stretched from ear to ear, rows of teeth glinting menacingly as you brandished your cum-stained hands. "You loved it."

"No..." Kaeya slowly shook his head, dawning horror settling upon him but he was too exhausted to lash out. "I didn't, I—"

"You came, Kaeya." You chuckled, "It means you think it felt good. You think my cock felt good, you whore. You like being fucked. And I'll indulge you, my sweet captain, until you're begging for more."

Kaeya felt you grab his arms, a strong grip pulling them down towards you, and threw his head back with a choked moan as you thrusted in deep. It didn't take long before you were fucking his battered body once more, returning the sting that multiplied from the oversensitivity of cumming.

"A-Ah—!!" He gasped, turning his head away as he felt the unwanted pleasure return once more. Why didn't you stop? When will you stop? Will you ever stop? He didn't know, but he just wanted this entire thing to be over. Why won't the Archons help him? Barbatos, why won't you rescue him?

The way you held his arms down forced him to press his tits together, and with each thrust you could see the mounds of flesh bounce along in sync. It was beautiful, so utterly ethereal, and it'll remain in your memory for the rest of your life.

Kaeya didn't know how long you fucked him until he felt your warm seed shoot out right into him.

It revolted him.

You groaned as you finally came, and was filled with euphoria immediately after. You came while fucking Kaeya Alberich. You came inside of Kaeya Alberich.

You pulled out, agonizingly slow for the captain, and watched the way your cum dripped out of his trembling hole.

You felt yourself rise again. Kaeya cries when he felt your hands spread his legs once more, begging for the mercy you've never had in you.

The next day, the cavalry captain resigned for unknown reasons. Unknown to everyone but you.

Clone Craze

Bottom!FTM Dottore (& Clones) x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | No AFAB Language Used

HALF 1: Threesome (Clones + Reader), Face Sitting, Overstimulation, Reader Has Two Dicks, Double Penetration, Oral, Anal

HALF 2: Double Penetration, Choking, Biting, Creampie

Words: 1,196

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"I don't have time for you right now, go bother my clones." Dottore pushes you off of him. He's especially prickly when he's focused on an experiment.

You sigh. "Alright, have fun." You drag a pair of clones to your room.

"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.

"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.

All of you quickly get naked, your hard lengths making both of his clones drool. Dottore had experimented on you for a while, the results being having two equally long dicks and a higher sex drive. He only regrets the ego boost it gave you, your constant teasing and slut shaming was annoyingly attractive.

You watch them argue and bicker about who gets to take your dicks first, you stop them before it turns into a cat fight.

"Both of you will have your turn." You pull them away from each other, coincidentally leaving one clone closest to your crotch.

Popping open a convenient bottle of lube, the clone pours a generous amount of it on his hand and ass, pushing two fingers inside as he leans down to suck you off. He slobbers over one of your cocks, his free hand jerking off the other one. He fingers open his already well stretched hole diligently, very excited to take you. All of you.

You bring the other clone into a kiss, taking a hand down in between his legs and teasing his aching sex. He whines into your mouth and grabs your wrist, wordlessly telling you to stop teasing him.

You slip two fingers inside him slowly, curling your fingers up at the perfect spot.

Meanwhile, the other Dottore slowly lowers himself onto you. Grinning widely as both of your lengths push into his hole. Just the entrance is almost enough to make him come.

He drips pre cum onto your lower abdomen, whining loudly about how you'll tear him apart.

The other clone hisses at him, jealous that he only gets your fingers because of the other's selfishness. You pick him up by his waist and sit him down on your face. He excitedly grinds down, arching his back and moaning in ecstasy as your mouth gets to work on eating him out.

The clones take their time riding both halves of you, getting their equal amount of getting fucked by both your cocks and your mouth.

One of them passes out after its fourth orgasm but the other is still going, riding your cocks like it'll never get this opportunity again. Which is very likely.

Prime Dottore enters the room, assuming you'd be done by now. He looks at you and his clone with disdain and jealousy, the way your looking at it and holding it pisses him off greatly.

He throws his mask to the floor and stomps over to you two and forces his clone off of you. "Had your fun, huh?"

"You wanted me to do this, Zandik." You smile, pulling him onto the bed and quickly ridding him of his clothes. "How can you be jealous of yourself? Hm?"

"It's- No- I'm not jealous."

"Aren't you? You know you get rewards for honesty." You tower on top of him and stretch him open. "C'mon, don't you want me to stuff you full tonight? Or are you going to keep your pride and get fucked by just my fingers?"

"...Fuck. I was jea- jealous, okay? You're insufferable." He looks to the side, cheeks flushing pink.

"Good boy." You pull your fingers out. "You want both of my cocks don't you? Say it."

"I...I want both."

"Of what?" You smirk, your teasing voice pissing him off.

"Ugh.." Dottore sighs, cheeks burning red in embarrassment. "I want both of your..cocks inside me."

"You're being so good for me today." You brush his hair back and kiss his forehead. Dottore grabs the sides of your arms and pushes you onto your back.

"Next time, you're just going to have to deal without me." Dottore lowers himself down onto you. "I'm the only one you can fuck. Got it?"

You grip his ass. "Got it. You're so cute when you're jealous."

He ignores you and arches his back, moaning when you're fully inside him. Every time you bottom out in him it sends electricity throughout his body, his mind has to take a moment to process it.

When he does, he grips your neck both for balance and to choke you. "Yo- your body is mine—" He moans.

He bounces up and down on your lengths, feeling pure bliss from having them hit the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him.

Dottore always looks so beautiful when he's on top of you, he has no reason to keep up a facade. He just lets himself go and moans freely.

And you always give him a sickeningly loving look that makes him tremble.

"Ho- how many times?" He asks, voice wavering. "How many times did you- co- come in my clo- clones?"

You bring up three fingers.

His body shakes. "You ha- have to- do it to- to me- too-"

You smile in agreement, why would you ever disagree to it?

Dottore gives up on riding you after his first orgasm, letting you flip him onto his back and fucking him until you reach your release.

You always wear condoms during sex because you know Dottore doesn't like the idea of feeling bloated or having to deal with the aftermath very much. He's already taken precautions to ensure he doesn't get pregnant on the off chance the condom fails.

He'll probably regret this later but for now, you're taking full advantage of it.

Dottore pulls you close to him and bites all over your neck, claiming you as his. You do the same, leaving hickeys and bite marks down his neck to just beneath his collarbone.

He tightens around you, more sensitive now, and whimpers as you nibble on his skin.

You usually hold back during sex so you can stay inside longer but you find yourself quickly coming a second time with Dottore following close behind.


Dottore rolls his head back and mutters. "One m- more time~"

You bring him into a deep and sloppy kiss while intensifying your thrusts, making the both of you lightheaded.

You two stay kissing for a while, parting for air but always going back for more. Dottore has his nails dug into your back while yours are in his waist.

The other segments have long gone but all of them can hear the loud noises coming from the room, they roll their eyes knowing they'll be tasked with Dottore's work while he recovers.

"Close–" You groan, gripping his waist harder and burying your head in his neck. Dottore bites his lip, body shivering with excitement.

Your movements stutter and eventually come to a halt as you come inside him, adding to the obscene amount of spend that was already there.

"Are you happy now?" You ask breathlessly.

Dottore nods before drifting off to sleep. You pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, you have no intention of seeing him upset that you didn't clean him up.

TJEYRE OPE N🏃🏃 what if mc had a little plushie of them and took it with them everywhere 👉👈 totally not yearning for their merch rn

(AAAA I KNOWWWW! I want my MC plushie to get here noooooowwwww!)

MC and…Plushie MC

Lucifer

This man cannot for the life of him figure out why MC carries around a plush toy. The closest thing he’s seen in all his years is Levi carrying around his body pillows and whispering ominously to them…

*shudder*

But other than that, it’s very much a shrug it off kind of thing. If MC ever loses it, he’ll help look because he’s not a heartless bastard. (His heart is shrivelled, but it’s still there.)

Mammon

Just to let MC know, the great Mammon is NOT jealous of the toy. He’s just… not a fan of it. Alright?

The way MC cuddles the doll all close to their heart… that should be reserved for Mammon! Their first man! And to be honest… Mammon’s not completely convinced that the sheep… isn’t alive…

It’s uh… creepy…

Leviathan

Lmao mood. Levi is a collector of merch, and plushies are often merch. It’s safe to say he has plenty of plushies scattered around his room.

When he notices how gentle and loving MC is with their beloved sheep doll, Levi actually debates letting MC cuddle is prized life-sized Azuki-Tan plush.

…mmm… maybe not yet… but it’d be just so moe…

Satan

*insert Satan is a sucker for cute things here*

The real action comes when MC gives Satan the doll to hold when they have to go make dinner.

I recommend you all watch the Boys in the House videos on Obey me’s official YouTube channel and watch how Satan’s VA treats his MC doll.

A moment of silence for the lamb. (Hehehehehehe-)

Asmodeus

While Asmo isn’t a stranger to plush toys, he’s very confused as to why MC feels the need to carry their sheep plushie around so often.

Asmo’s most prized plush-friend sits on one of his dressers, it’s a pink teddy bear dressed in full BDSM gear. It’s name is Christian Pink.

Rest assured, if asked, Asmo makes a great plushie-sitter. Buuuut the sheep plush may be returned wrapped in shibari. (Christian Pink needed company)

Beelzebub

One word, or- noise. AWWWWWWWWW!

Beel finds MC’s love of the plushie adorable, and won’t hesitate to make it known in his own blunt Beel-y way.

He might get crumbs all over it though- so be sure to not ask him to plushie-sit while he’s eating.

Belphegor

He stole MC’s life, their heart, and now he’s stolen their plushie. Little emo bitch-

Anyway~ after MC admonishes him for his awful theft, Belphie still likes to cuddle with the plushie almost as much as he likes to cuddle with MC.

The plushie just smells like them… okay??? Belphie also tends to accidentally leave the plushie in random spots around the house, and from that terrified shriek, it looks like Mammon found it.